Snape/Hermione Drabbles
SS/HG centric drabbles written for various challenges on the GrangerSnape Community on Livejournal (unless otherwise stated). Ratings vary.
Whisky makes you... Word Count: 2x100 Rating:G Challenge:Common cold/Sick in bed Challenge. Characters:Hermione, Severus, Minerva. Author's notes. First attempt at this. If I do anything wrong, don't shout.
‘Minerva, why are you Transfiguring parchment into handkerchiefs?’
‘Because Severus has a cold and is sneezing quite dreadfully, my dear.’
‘Oh,’ Hermione replied, clearly puzzled, ‘I see. So… why hasn’t he taken any Pepperup Potion?’
‘He’s allergic – and with that nose, well…’ Minerva shuddered. ‘I’m afraid the house-elves refuse to launder his hankies, which is why he has to have a constant supply.’
‘Oh, the poor thing!’
Minerva looked at her askance. ‘I don’t suppose you’d like to deliver them.’
‘What? Go to his chambers. He’d eat me alive!’
‘He’s in no fit state to do anything of the kind.’
*~SSHG~*
‘Enter!’
‘I’ve brought your–’
‘Prof – What are you doing here!’ Severus pulled the sheet up to his chin. ‘Get out this instant!’ He sneezed violently.
Good God, I see what Minerva means.
‘What’s that your holding?’
‘This? I heard you’re allergic to Pepperup so I brought you something else. My Mum swears by it.’
‘What is it? he asked suspiciously.
‘A hot toddy. I’d normally use Scotch, but…’
Severus took it off her and drank. Steam shot out of his ears. ‘Firewhisky?’
A/N: Poetry is not my forte as you will no doubt gather.
‘Your turn, Hermione,’ said Ginny, laughing. ‘You know the rules, it has to involve you and a professor.’
‘Okay…
There was a young wizard called Snape, Whose trousers had started to gape. ‘Oh, Sir, you’re in danger!’ Cried a lustful Miss Granger, ‘Of turning a girl’s mind to rape!”
‘One hundred points from Gryffindor,’ said a silky voice.
Shit.
Severus beckoned Hermione towards him. ‘The rest of you, leave. Now!’
He smirked.
‘There was a young witch who of late, Gave her teacher good cause to berate. That rhyme was disgraceful, As well as distasteful, Detention, my chambers, at eight.’
A Rock and a Hard Place Word Count:100 Rating:PG Challenge:Unforgivable Curses Characters:Hermione/Severus/Harry
I saw the flash of green light and thought my time had come. Next thing I knew, someone, a woman, screamed, ‘No, Harry’ and dived in front of me.
She took the full brunt of the curse in the chest. Hermione Granger lay dead at my feet, killed by Potter’s wand.
I do not know to this day why she did it. Some romantic notion about my innocence, no doubt. Her… noble sacrifice, however, made very little difference in the end.
I shiver and pull the rough wool blanket around me. Azkaban is cold this time of year.
Bloody Gryffindors.
A Dish Served Cold Word count: 3 x 100 Rating: PG Challenge: Broken Heart Challenge. Characters: HG/SS
All eyes were on Hermione as she walked down Diagon Alley. Pointing, whispering.
Well, she thought, it’s not like I’ve done anything wrong. She glared at a passing witch, who had the temerity to smile, as she ducked into the apothecary’s.
Hermione waited her turn as the proprietor served another customer, nodding in acknowledgement when he noticed her.
‘Good afternoon, Mrs Weasley.’ He spoke the name as it it left a bad taste in his mouth. ‘If you require a potion to mend a broken heart, you should know I do not deal in such… trifles.’
Hermione burst into tears.
*~SSHG~*
‘My name is Granger, Mr Snape, as you well know,’ Hermione said through gritted teeth. ‘And you also know that there is no such potion.’
Severus passed a handkerchief to the snivelling witch. ‘Stop that infernal blubbering! You’re driving my customers away.’
And, indeed, apart from the two of them, his premises were now quite empty. Severus tried to think of something suitable to say.
Finally, he walked around the counter and stood next to her. ‘The best revenge, Miss Granger,’ Severus dropped his voice and leaned in closer to whisper in her ear, ‘is living well.’
Hermione shivered.
*~HGSS~*
Later, as she lay staring at the man sleeping beside her, Hermione wondered if she should tell him that she was glad Ron had left her for someone else. At least this way, she could seek a divorce and not feel guilty about it.
Hermione touched Severus’ pale, sweat soaked body. It had been better than anything she could ever have imagined.
‘Had your revenge, Granger?’
‘Not yet.’ Not for denying me this body all these years.
Severus claimed her mouth, not realising she had no heart to break or to mend. He had stolen it years ago.
Hermione sat on the terrace at her parents’ house staring at her husband.
‘Here you go,’ said Mrs Granger, handing her daughter a large Pimms. ‘You look like you need it.’
‘I never thought I’d see the day…’ Hermione shook her head in disbelief.
‘It’s a man thing,’ said her mother, making herself comfortable on the opposite sun lounger.
Hermione giggled as she watched Severus and her father burning steaks on the barbecue. He hated cooking as much as she did, but seemed to be enjoying himself nonetheless.
‘Make the most of it, dear.’ Mrs Granger raised her glass. ‘Cheers.’
Expect the Unexpected Word Count: 100 Rating: PG Characters: SS/HG Challenge: Secret Wish
It was the moment he’d both prayed for and dreaded. Hidden in shadow, Disillusioned, Severus watched the object of his desire gazing into the mirror. Would she see him? See herself as his wife and mother of his children? He had to know.
Stealthily, he crept closer and stared. A young woman dressed in a skimpy top and shorts was prancing around a stage in front of thousands of people. The crowd went wild as she yelled something into a microphone.
He sighed dejectedly as Hermione Granger, closet rock chick, shook her head and laughed before strutting from the room.
Requirement and Recompense Rating: PG Challenge: Senses (if you squint a bit). Characters: Severus Hermione. Word Count: 2x100 A/N: The idea for the first drabble arose out of the 'Obsession' challenge on snape100, but it inspired the second, so I thought I'd include it here as a sort of prequel.
Requirement
Oh, no. Not him again. When is he going to give this up? He’s pacing the corridor outside – as if I didn’t already know what he requires. Alright, alright, I hear you. There’s no need to shout. If there’s one thing I’ve learnt in a thousand years, it’s that teenage boys don’t change.
First pass – his dormitory bed, complete with Slytherin green sheets.
Second pass – surround it with scented candles.
Third pass – the red-headed girl lying naked, waiting, green counterpane turned down invitingly. I am ready for him. The boy enters and stares approvingly at my efforts before slowly disrobing.
Recompense
Lips tingling from the taste and pressure of her kiss, Severus drummed up the courage to say the hardest words known to man.
‘May I see you again?’
‘Of course, silly.’
Later, on his way home, he put his fingers to his lips, remembering how she had responded to his touch. He never would have believed himself worthy of another chance like this, of her. His wounded heart throbbed with happiness.
On a whim, he drew his wand and called out ‘Expecto Patronum’. To his astonishment, a silvery otter shot into the air and scampered off into the night sky.
Cuckoo in the Nest Challenge: Decorating. Word count: 2x100 Rating: PG A/N: The original drabble that spawned the full-length story.
Ron patted his wife’s swollen belly lovingly. ‘Pink,’ he said. ‘I’m sure it’s a girl.’
Hermione looked around the nursery, empty except for the rocking chair Molly had given them. ‘Whatever,’ she replied.
Ron ignored her lack of interest in the subject. ‘We’ll talk about it when I get back from work.’
Hermione watched him leave before lowering herself into the chair. She was worn out, debilitated by morning sickness...
Have you forgotten everything I taught you? said the voice. There’s a potion...
‘You’re dead. Go away.’
He laughed. I have unfinished business, Miss Granger.
Hermione awoke with a start.
*~SSHG~*
Doubled up in pain, Hermione was rushed to St Mungo’s. ‘It’s too early.’
I’m ready now.
Ron panicked and fussed. ‘Does it hurt?’
Imbecile! Of course it bloody hurts!
‘Shut up!’
‘Shh, love,’ said Ron. ‘Keep panting...’
Push, woman!
‘Stop telling me... what... to do...’
‘Here... he ... comes...’ said the Healer. ‘He’s a bit small, but he’ll soon catch up.’
‘But... All us Weasleys are red-headed...’
The baby snorted.
Hermione took her son in her arms. So tiny. Black eyes bored into hers, and she could have sworn he smirked – or was it wind – before latching onto a nipple.
Shadows Word count: 100 Rating: G Character: Hermione/Severus. Challenge: Haunted House Challenge. Disclaimer: The characters depicted belong to JK Rowling. No infringement of copyright is intended and no money has changed hands. A/N: A bit maudlin I know, but I was watching Jacques Brel singing 'Ne Me Quitte Pas' on the telly, so blame him.
You are always close by. Sometimes, you sigh, and I like to think the gossamer touch on my cheek is more than my imagination. Others smell asphodel, so it’s not just me.
Time paints its lines on my face, streaks my hair, spots my hands, bridging the gap between us. There were others; I knew passion, but love did not come twice. My children are my comfort, but my dreams are filled with you.
Darkness encroaches and those that love me weep. But I know only lightness: your hand, solid and sure in mine. And your voice whispering, ‘At last.’
The First Day of Christmas Word Count: 100 Rating: G Challenge: Twelve Days of Christmas Characters; Hermione/Severus
A/N: A silly one to start the season off.
It was a very pretty pear tree, Hermione decided, but she wasn’t quite sure why Severus had given it to her for Christmas. As far as she was aware, it was a perfectly ordinary Muggle plant with no value as a Potions ingredient, whatever.
‘It’s lovely,’ she said. ‘But, what made you think of it?’
Severus seemed puzzled. He got down on all fours and looked under the sofa. ‘There should be a partridge to go with it.’
Hermione suddenly noticed a feather on the carpet – and another. She followed the trail to the bedroom with Severus close behind.
'CROOKSHANKS!'
Start as you mean to go on Word count: 100 Rating: M Challenge: Behind closed Doors Usual disclaimers apply. A/N: Felt like writing some Femdomme (not enough of it around).
‘The rules are simple, pet,’ she began. ‘In our rooms, you will wear the uniform of the day. This may be your collar, a frilly apron or a... corset.’ She traced the crop along the ridges of his spine.
A shudder went down Snape’s body.
‘I expect total and unquestioning obedience. Good behaviour will be rewarded. Disobey, and the consequences will be dire. Are we clear?’
Resplendent in her wedding-robe, Hermione was everything he’d dreamed of. ‘Yes... Mistress.’
‘Bed. Now.’
Hermione smiled as Severus rushed to comply. He would never forget his wedding night—she would make sure of that.
The Ties That Bind Challenge: Before and After. Snape100 Characters: Severus Snape, Hermione Granger. Wordcount: 100 x 2
BEFORE
‘Hands and knees!’
Hermione hurried to comply. It would not do to keep her master waiting.
Severus slammed into her with one swift thrust. She moaned.
‘Like that do you, Slave.’
‘Yes, Master.’
‘Arch your back.’ Severus yanked her head back by the hair. ‘Tell me, Slave,’ he demanded, ‘who does this body belong to?’
‘It belongs to you, Master,’ Hermione replied without hesitation.
Severus grunted, ‘Then come for me – now.’ He felt his balls tighten as Hermione went into spasms around him. ‘Ye-sss.’
They collapsed on the bed, exhausted.
Severus removed her collar and kissed her. ‘Marry me?’
‘Gladly.’
AFTER
‘Hands and knees!
Hermione hurried to comply. It would not do to keep her master waiting.
Severus pushed into her relentlessly. She screamed as he took the only virginity she had to offer.
‘Like that do you, Slave.’
‘Yes, Master.’
‘Tell me, Slave,’ he demanded, ‘who does this body belong to?’
Hermione looked at the new ring on her finger that bound her to him in ways no slave collar ever could. ‘It belongs to you, Master.’
Severus grunted as he felt his balls tighten. ‘Ye-sss… mine.’
He collapsed, spent, on top of her knowing that, finally, it was true.
Most Efficacious in Every Case Challenge:Under the Influence. Snape100 Pairing:HG/SS (implied) Wordcount:100 Warnings:nothing explicit.
It was serendipity. A botched potion. Severus first realised its efficacy when Lily Evans ambushed him in the Potions storeroom. He’d used it to get laid on numerous occasions since.
Nobody had ever repeated it – and he’d watched over the years – until today. Trust her. Still, the bushy-haired, bucktoothed nuisance needed all the help she could get. Why spoil her fun?
Re-stacking the shelves, Severus idly wondered which unfortunate spotty-faced youth would be her first victim. The scent of Artemisia and Bergamot assailed his nose. He spun around, nostrils flaring.
‘That’s an interesting perfume you’re wearing, Miss Granger,’ he said.
The Last Mask Pairings:Implied HG/SS Challenge:Masks and Costumes Snape100 Warnings:Sombre to suit my Monday Morning mood. Word Count:100
He had worn so many masks, one for every role; Teacher, Head of House, spy, Death Eater. Severus had been afraid to look beneath them, scared of the man he might find. One by one they were stripped away, like so many layers of an onion, until only the core remained.
With a tremendous feeling of release, Severus tore off his Death Eater mask and robes and stepped into the light, free to be himself at last. Then he saw her.
He knelt by the bleeding girl and the last mask cracked, spilling years of anguish onto the scorched earth.
Double Standards Challenge: Snape and an original character. Snape 100 Word count: 100 Warnings: None
‘And what, exactly, did you think you were doing with Mr Malfoy?’ Severus asked.
The young girl squirmed under the Potions Master’s glare.
‘Um… nothing.’
Severus sighed. Although so like her mother in appearance, she lacked her Gryffindor straightforwardness. Like him, she lived by a simple maxim; when in doubt, lie.
‘He’s asked me to the Halloween Ball. Can I go please.
‘Out of the question. You’re far too young.’
‘Severus,’ her mother intervened, ‘she’s sixteen and there will be chaperones.’
Severus regarded his wife of seventeen years. ‘That never deterred us, Hermione.’
‘Mum, Dad, really. That’s too much information.’
Neither the Time nor the Place Challenge #161 Random Quote. Snape 100 Women need a reason to have sex. Men just need a place. Rating:PG Characters:Snape/Hermione/Ron.
Severus heard before he saw.
‘Please, Hermione.’
‘No, Ron.’
‘Oh come on, please. This is a good a place as any.’
‘I said no.’
A black-clad figure loomed out of the shadows. Hermione cried out and tried to cover her naked breasts. She was not quick enough.
‘Leave, Weasley,’ Severus said icily. ‘Leave, now.’
Ron fled.
Severus reached out a hand and cupped her cheek. Gently, he brushed his thumb over her bruised lips.
‘You are wasted on such louts. One such as you deserves silk sheets and rose petals.’
Hermione leant into his touch. ‘I can wait,’ she said.
Neither the Time nor the Place: A Sequel Challenge #161 Random Quotations #2 Snape 100 Women need a reason to have sex, men just need a place. Rating: NC-17ish Characters: Snape/Hermione Wordcount: 3x100
As requested, a sequel to 'Neither the Time nor the Place' above. Suggest you read that first.
The Place but not the Time
The seduction had been pathetically easy. A few romantic clichés and she’d rolled over on her back like a puppy. He’d intended it to be an amusing distraction, but Hermione’s newly awakened passion had caught him unawares.
Severus’ conquest lay spent, the evidence of her passage into womanhood smeared across her thighs and the silk bedsheets. He picked up a handful of rose petals and scattered them over her breasts.
Hermione opened her eyes. Her smile took his breath away.
It’s too dangerous.
Delicately, he outlined her lips with his thumb. One more time, just once before he Obliviated her.
*~ HGSS ~*
The Time but not the Place
Hermione sat on the hospital bed, willing him awake. Why was she attracted to him? Even now, with his saturnine features relaxed in unconsciousness, he was no looker. The daft bat had even tried to Obliviate her. What kind of idiot did he take her for?
She’d hated the scent of roses since.
Hermione smiled, traced his lips and kissed him.
Severus’ eyelids fluttered. ‘Hermione…’
His voice, though raspy, triggered a visceral response. She wanted him, right then.
‘Shh… you made it. Sleep now.’
Next morning, he thought he’d dreamt it. The single white rose on the pillow said otherwise.
*~ SSHG ~*
The Time and the Place
Severus led his bride into the Forbidden Forest, to the bower he had lovingly prepared for their wedding night. The heady scent of gardenia and honeysuckle hung in the cool evening air, Hermione having confessed she no longer cared for roses.
She was breathtakingly beautiful in her nakedness. He laid her on the soft blanket, his dark eyes glittering with desire. They made love while the goddess moon peeked through the canopy and bestowed her blessing on their union.
There were no rose petals or silk sheets on their marriage bed, but Hermione found she loved him all the same.
What Have I done Challenge:Snape in Love Snape 100 Word Count:100 Pairing:SS/HG Rating:PG
Severus sat up in bed with a pounding headache. What the fuck had been in that celebratory punch? He tensed up as a gentle sigh to his right reminded him he was not alone.
He turned his head and groaned. Hermione. He’d had such dreams; such plans for courting her once she’d left school and now he’d thrown it all away on one mindless, drunken shag.
Hermione stirred. ‘Not regretting it all ready, are you?
She smiled, and he was lost.
‘The answer’s ‘yes’, by the way.’
‘Good,’ he replied. Now all he had to figure out was the question.
It's all in the Wrist Action Challenge: Size Matters Word Count:100 Rating:PG Characters:Hermione/Severus
‘A successful potion, Miss Granger, depends on the skilful combination of ingredients, cauldron and...?’
‘Stirring rod, sir?’
‘Correct.’ Severus moved his hand over her hip. ‘Also, a thin, soup-like potion requires a smooth... gentle motion... with a long... slender... rod...’
‘Ah.’
‘A potion of this... viscosity... however, requires a firmer hand... and a thicker, more robust... implement.’
Hermione started giggling.
Severus took a step backwards and folded his arms. ‘You’re the one who wanted to do roleplay.’ He huffed.
‘I know. I’m sorry.’ Hermione tried to look contrite and failed. She kissed him, and he brightened. ‘Just say... viscosity again.
Sweet Nothings Challenge:Nicknames Word count:100 Rating:M
Nicknames. Severus hated them. In Juniors it was ‘Beanpole’, later abbreviated to ‘Beanie’, only to be superceded by ‘Snivellus’ that first trip aboard the Hogwarts Express.
Now here she was, staring up at him, no doubt wondering why he was scowling at the ridiculous endearment she had just uttered.
‘Is something wrong?’ Hermione asked.
‘I am uncomfortable with being called... that.’
She pulled his head closer and whispered, ‘Then what about...’
‘Out of the question.’
‘Hmm... Sure?’ Hermione rocked her hips slightly, and Severus moaned in spite of himself.
Well... Given time, he supposed he could get used to it.
Incompatibility Factor Challenge: Blame it on Ron. Characters: Hermione Severus Ron Words:100 Rating: G.
It was always about books.
Coming home to the smell of chips was bad enough, but seeing the half-eaten remains dumped on her beloved 'Hogwarts: a History'...
'I've kept you some,' Ron said.
There was a row. It wasn't so much the greasy mark on the cover--that was easily cleaned as Ron pointed out--repeatedly, but his total inability to comprehend her anger had been the last straw. Hermione left him.
It was the best thing I ever did, she thought, gazing affectionately at her husband.
'What?' Severus said, looking up from his reading.
'Nothing.'
Yes. Books. Always books.
What goes around, comes around Challenge: Hermione the Headmistress Characters: Hermione Severus Albus Words: 100 Rating: G
Hermione gazed thoughtfully at the man sat the other side of her desk. His hair, still greasy, was now streaked with grey. His robe had seen better days.
‘Are you sure you want to return to teaching, Mr Snape?’ she asked kindly, knowing that he had tried and failed to make it as an independent brewer.
‘Yes, Headmistress,’ Snape replied without any great enthusiasm. ‘I'd like to be considered for the Potions position, should it ever become vacant.’
Hermione sighed. ‘Unlikely, I’m afraid, in the foreseeable future. But... Would you be interested in teaching DADA?’
Above her, Albus Dumbledore choked.
Housewife's Choice Challenge:Slave for a week. Characters: Hermione, Severus Word Count:100 Rating:M
Hermione gazed at her naked husband approvingly. Head bowed, hands behind the back. Just the right amount of deference.
'Put this on... pet.'
Severus did as he was told.
'And take this.'
'Now, go and dust the bookshelves.'
'Yes... Mistress.'
Feeling terribly self-conscious dressed only in a rather frilly apron, Severus took the feather duster and wished she'd let him keep his boots on.
'Bottom shelf, please. Oops... Careful, pet. That one bites.'
Bending over, Severus grimaced. When he'd asked to be Hermione's slave for a week, avoiding emasculation by carnivorous books was not exactly what he'd had in mind.
The new Arithmancy Mistress was causing quite a stir, Severus noted with some disdain. Particularly among the seventh-year boys. It wasn’t as if she was particularly pretty; some would go so far as to call her plain. Perhaps they were in awe of her reputation; although, knowing teenage boys, it was most likely the size of her—
‘Good morning, Professor.’ Hermione Granger greeted him with a sunny smile.
‘You shouldn’t encourage them, you know,’ Severus replied.
‘Whatever do you mean?’ she asked, puzzled. ‘They were only asking for some additional reading material.’
He snorted. ‘Additional reading material, my Aunt Hecate.’
‘You can’t expect me to believe you haven’t noticed,’ Severus continued. ‘There are two members of my Quidditch team in the Hospital Wing, thanks to you.’
She stared at him blankly. ‘What’s that got to do with me?’
‘Showing off, Professor Granger.’ He replied, looking down his long nose at her. ‘Trying to impress you by attempting the Wronski Feint and failing spectacularly. In short, Miss Granger, you are becoming the object of many an adolescent fantasy.’
Hermione giggled. ‘Don’t tell me you never had a crush on any of your professors.’ She winked at him. ‘I know I did.’
Privy to a Secret Challenge: Outhouses Characters: Hermione/Severus Wordcount: 3 x 100 Rating: G
Severus leaned against the backdoor jamb, arms folded, awaiting Hermione’s reaction. For better or for worse, this was his home, and he no longer felt the need to apologise to anyone about his humble origins.
‘That’s the privy,’ he said, as if it needed explaining.
She had asked to come here. Would she pass his little test?
Hesitantly, Hermione opened the door. She stared, transfixed, at the squares of newspaper speared on the rusty nail behind it.
Severus smiled, haunted by memories of smoothing out the paper in which oranges used to be wrapped; Mam always kept those for visitors.
‘I know you said “it’s just a two up, two down”,’ Hermione said faintly, ‘but I was expecting something a bit less...’
‘Primitive?’ he smirked. ‘There used to be slums the other side of that wall where the lavies were shared between several families. We considered ourselves fortunate.’
‘I had no idea’
Hermione’s gaze shifted to the tin bath hanging on the wall. Her mother had told her stories from her childhood, but Hermione had never known such privations. ‘I didn’t know anyone still lived like this.’
Severus remained silent. Any minute now, she would make her excuses and leave.
Hermione frowned. This was weird. Severus was a wizard residing in a Muggle district, but there was no need for him to live in a hovel. Unless... Looking down the back of the terrace, she could see that the other houses had been extended out. ‘Why have you never renovated?’ she asked. ‘Aren’t there any council grants available for that?’
Severus threw his head back and laughed. ‘And how would I explain my magically enlarged library to the inspector?’
‘Library?’
‘Yes,’ he said, extending his hand. ‘Come. This is just for appearances sake. Let me show you my real home.’
In your Dreams Challenge: Maternal Characters: Severus/Hermione Wordcount: 2x100 Rating:PG13
‘Come on, now. Be a good boy and push.’
Severus stared over his distended belly, wondering what was going on. An agonizing pain shot through his body.
‘Push.’
This could not be happening.
‘You’re doing fine,’ Poppy said encouragingly.
‘What...?’
‘Hush. Save your breath.’
‘Hermione...?’
‘Yes, I’m here, my brave darling.’
As the next contraction hit, Severus pushed with all his might, but it was no use. He didn’t have the necessary anatomy for the task.
Poppy sighed. ‘Only one thing for it, I’m afraid.’ Picking up an enormous scalpel, she grabbed his balls. ‘These will have to go.’
‘NOOOOOOO.’
*
‘Severus, are you okay?’ Hermione asked as her husband awoke with a loud yell. ‘You’re sweating.’
Tentatively, Severus ran his hands over the flat planes of his stomach and checked between his legs. Finding everything was still intact and as it should be, he let out a sigh of relief. ‘Bad dream,’ he muttered, turning over and hogging the duvet. ‘Again.’
Hermione didn’t mind. Smiling to herself, she cuddled up against Severus’ back and made soothing noises until he was sleeping peacefully. Thanks to George’s ‘Worst Nightmare Potion’, there would be no more talk of babies for quite a while.
When it suits him Challenge: Not a gentleman. Characters: Severus/Hermione Wordcount: 2x100 Rating:PG
In essence, when Hermione looked back, she supposed it was a sort of rite of passage. She’d often noticed, those bleak days spent at Grimmauld Place during her adolescence, how Professor Snape always held the door open for Molly and Minerva to pass through in front of him whereas he would let it swing in her face as if she didn’t exist. Similarly, he would stand when a lady came into the parlour, no matter what occupied his attention. Should she disturb his solitude, however, he would merely glare at her and return to whatever it was he was doing.
Maturity was surely a matter of perspective. She hadn’t felt like an adult when she’d fought in a war, nor when she’d landed her first job, or had sex for the first time. No, Hermione could remember with utmost clarity the moment she came of age—at a party in honour of Harry’s twenty-first birthday. Arriving late, hot, flustered and muttering apologies, she was astonished to see Snape quietly get up from his seat and hold out the chair next to him, the look on his face leaving her in no doubt that she was now very grown up indeed.
Taking the Blue Pill Challenge: Fantasies Characters: Hermione Severus Lily Words: 100x2 Rating: M
The first time she came to him, he said nothing, fearing his heart would break. Again.
She smiled. He wept.
The second time, she offered him her hand. He took it, trembling. She seemed solid enough. He cupped her cheek: porcelain-perfect skin, soft under his fingertips, a cupid's bow, tasting of promises never kept, washing away years of tortured dreaming in its eagerness to please.
The third time, skirts bunched around her waist, moaning as he lifted her, she whispered his name: wet, hot, perfection.
This... this... Just... this...
'Oh, Lily...'
'Take me, Severus. Take me hard.'
He obliged. Twice.
'Do you really need to bring all this?' Hermione asked, wiping the dust off the battered old trunk.
'Hmm?' Severus looked up from his packing. 'Depends. What have you found?'
'Looks like a stash of confiscated items,' she replied, rummaging. 'Canary creams, Extendable Ears, Nosebleed Nougat... How old is this stuff?' She held up a glass jar, turning it to the light. 'No idea what these are.'
'Early Weasley twins experiment,' Severus muttered, taking it from her and unscrewing the lid. He touched the blue pastilles almost reverently. 'But you may dispose of them. They're well past their sell-by date.'
Dream On Challenge: Just a Dream Characters: Hermione Severus Ron Words: 100x2 Rating: M
His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, and she could barely breathe from the passion of his kisses. Hermione broke away gasping as dextrous fingers slid inside her knickers, fondling, exploring...
'So wet...' Severus whispered. 'For me?'
'Yes, just for...' Hermione froze as an enormous fluffy bunny hopped onto the bed and began chomping on a huge carrot. 'This is a dream, isn't it?'
He smirked. 'Yes. Obviously.'
'What are you doing in my head?' Hermione asked, quite reasonably, she thought.
'What makes you think you're not in mine?'
'Somehow, you don't strike me as the fluffy bunny type.'
'Good point,' Severus conceded. 'Do you care?'
'If this is a dream? No, not a bit.' Hermione slid her hand down the ridges of his spine and squeezed his arse. The rabbit's nose twitched, but she took no notice. 'Please continue.'
'As you wish.' Severus nuzzled her neck as he shifted into position. 'I believe I was just about to do... this.'
'Oh, that's... that's... What are you shaking me for? she asked crossly.
'It's not me, it's—'
'Hermione, wake up. I can't sleep with you making those awful groaning noises.'
'I-uh. What...? Ron?'
'Yes. Were you expecting someone else?'
Resistance is Futile
Challenge:Pick Me Characters:Severus/Hermione Rating:M Wordcount: 100 Disclaimer: It's all JKR's, as ever
The first hesitant kiss had him rooted to the spot, arms flailing at his side, uncertain what to do with them.
Can’t be happening. Not to him. Not with her. Had to ask. Had to know.
‘Wh-why? Why pick me? You could have anyone…’
‘Why? Because my insides melt every time I look at you, and I can’t stand it any longer.’ She gave his jaw a little nip. ‘And unless we’re naked, sweaty and horizontal within the next ten seconds, there’ll be consequences.Okay?’
‘Hermione…’
‘Five.’
‘Bossy…’
‘Four.’
‘…little…’
‘Three.’
‘…witch…’
‘Two.’
'I’m very glad…’
‘One.’
‘You did…’
Duelling Practice
Challenge:Duelling Characters:Severus/Hermione Rating:G Wordcount: 100 x 2 Disclaimer: It's all JKR's, as ever
'Keep that wand arm up, Granger.'
'Protego!'
'Weak, if not pathetic.' Severus smirked nastily whilst easily dodging the Jelly-Legs Jinx that had hurtled towards him. 'You're seriously unfit and out of practice.'
Hermione huffed, ignoring the stitch in her side and leaped to avoid a Stinging Hex. It just managed to wing her.
'Ouch.' Perhaps suggesting they should reinstate the duelling club hadn’t been such a good idea. 'Expelliarmus!'
'Is that the best you can do?' he said in a bored voice, effortlessly casting a Shield Charm. 'But then, you always were one more for theory than practice. Impedimenta!’
Hermione ducked just in time. Gods, he was fast.
'You'll have to put on a better fight than this for the dunderheads―if you don't want to end up on your arse in front of the entire school, that is.'
'Less talking and more practicing, Snape. Rictusempra!’
Yawning, Severus disarmed Hermione and stepped forward, placing his wand at her throat. 'Enough of this. Do you surrender?'
His eyes were boring into hers, demanding her compliance. Oh, well. More than one way of skinning a cat...
'No.' Stretching up, she kissed him softly on the lips.
'Touché, Granger,’ he murmured. ‘Touché.'
In Need of a Fix
Challenge:Cold Feet Characters:Severus/Hermione Rating:NC-17 Wordcount: 100 x 3 Disclaimer: It's all JKR's, as ever. A/N: A bit dark this one. Warnings for addiction and D/S issues
‘Cold feet, Miss Granger?’
His tone mocks me. As ever. We both know why I’m here.
‘No. Sir,’ I almost spit, inwardly cursing my weakness. His lip curls in amusement, knowing he could make me beg if he wanted, but he’s never gone that far: the knowledge is power enough. Instead, he adjusts his robes, revealing his erection, starkly pale against the black wool.
‘Disrobe.’
My fingers move at his command, unbuttoning my clothing slowly, as he prefers it. His eyes rake over my body, trying to embarrass me further, but I’m long past that. Still, he makes me wait.
He glances at his cock and then at me, giving the illusion of choice where there is none. I see no point in delaying the inevitable and fall to my knees, sucking as much of him into my mouth as possible. His hands guide, but never force. One day, I will take him all the way down, just to prove I can.
It doesn’t take that long: I’ve learned the tricks that please, discovered what he likes. His spunk has barely left him before he’s withdrawing, breathing hard, quickly recovering from his loss of control. It is a minor victory.
Without a word, his arms reach for me, and I crawl gratefully onto his lap. The phial is unstoppered; I watch him tip a few drops of the contents onto his index finger... and open my mouth, like a chick, expectantly.
‘There,’ he says soothingly, rubbing the potion around my gums. ‘Payment as agreed.’
I am incapable of replying to the implied insult as the force of a thousand orgasms rips through my body. He rocks me gently while the convulsions subside, never once breaking eye contact. There. That fleeting hungry look. He wants to kiss me...
‘Cold feet? Sir?’
A Need to Know
Challenge:Questions Characters:Severus/Hermione Rating:G Wordcount:100 Disclaimer: It's all JKR's, as ever.
The question came out of the blue: simple, devastating.
‘Severus… Do you love me more than Lily?’
He put his book down slowly, playing for time. How to draw a comparison between this girl who had shone light into the pit of his despair and the childhood love, forever preserved like an insect in amber, which had sustained him throughout the Voldemort years?
Her eyes were pleading, awaiting his response.
‘I love you more than anything in this world, Hermione.’ But not out of it.
She nodded in silent understanding. It was the best answer he could give.
The Luxury of Time
Challenge:Time Characters:Severus Hermione. Wordcount:100 Rating:M Disclaimer: Not mine. No money has changed hands.
Time is precious when it’s stolen, when every minute has to count. Frantic sex in rented rooms-never the same place twice. Guilt, the fear of discovery doesn’t lessen her need. With each passing day, the longing only increases.
Hermione glances at her husband, still angry at his careless driving, but they’ve made it to King’s Cross in one piece. The kids board the train.
11.am The Hogwarts Express pulls out of the station.
11.02 Hermione says her goodbyes and Disapparates.
Severus holds her close and whispers. ‘No more secrecy, Hermione.’
She nods. No more leaving. Just this. Always.
Spinner's End
Challenge: Unwanted Guest. Characters: Hermione, Harry and... Rating:G Word count: 2x100 Disclaimer: It's all JKR's as usual.
‘Satisfied?’ Harry looked around nervously, anxious to be gone.
Hermione sighed. ‘S’pose so… I was sure he’d return home, though.’ Her eyes scanned the titles on the nearest bookshelf, but she wisely kept her hands to herself. ‘It’s the most obvious place.’
‘Too obvious, probably,’ said Harry. ‘Can we go now, like… before the Aurors arrive?’
‘Alright.’
With obvious relief, Harry Disapparated, leaving Hermione to her own devices.
‘You know,’ she announced to the empty room, ‘Harry’s very perceptive, but he doesn’t have a terribly good sense of smell.’ Nor had he noticed the spots of blood on the carpet.
‘He’s right about the Aurors, though,’ Hermione continued, astutely ignoring the shimmer in the furthest corner. ‘So it’s just as well I came prepared.’
Fishing out a scrap of parchment from her beaded bag, she placed it on the table. ‘My parents’ address. They’re in Australia…’ A pot of Floo Powder joined it. ‘In case you can’t Apparate, and these…’ assorted phials and bottles tinkled against the wooden surface ‘… are all the healing potions I have.’ She turned to leave. ‘Good luck, sir. I’ll owl before I visit.’
A croaky, ‘Insufferable know-it-all,’ was all the thanks she needed.
Grimmauld Peach
Challenge: Grimmauld Peach Characters: Hermione, Severus, Ron Rating:PG Word count: 2x100 A/N:Peachy goings-on the the kitchen at Grimmauld Place. Disclaimer: It's all JKR's as usual.
Couldn’t she even trust him to go shopping? Hermione stared at the box of peaches in disbelief.
‘They were a bargain,’ Ron said, sounding pleased with himself. ‘Almost giving ‘em away, they were.’
‘I’m not surprised.’ Hermione picked out one of the less damaged ones gingerly. ‘Some of them are going green.’
‘But bruised peaches are the sweetest, Hermione,’ Ron protested. ‘Try one.’
At the furthest end of the kitchen table, Severus was doing his best to ignore the build up to the inevitable altercation by burying his nose in the Prophet. Unfortunately, he chose that moment to glance up.
The fruit had split, the sticky juice dribbling over her hand. Severus held his breath as a pink tongue cautiously tasted the liquid before her mouth opened to take a bite. Time froze as her teeth worked the fruit from the pit, one hand poised beneath to catch the remaining juice. He felt his cock grow hard imagining what other wonders those lips could perform. It seemed to be having the same effect on Weasley, who was gaping like a goldfish.
‘Hmm… S’good.’
Severus hurriedly looked down, but he wasn’t quick enough.